Hip hop is a black man and he used to love me.
But Hip Hop doesn’t love me anymore - a, loyal,black woman.
I used to be so in love with him,
but I am falling out of love because he has become
too violent, lewd, and disrespectful
it’s like I don’t even know him anymore.
Hip Hop has a cheating heart.
He is constantly flirting
with Violence and Death.
Ms. Bling Bling has his
nose wide open and Foolish is his best friend.

Hip Hop is now a drunk ass weed head.
He lacks
the direction and passion he used to have
when we
first fell in love back in the early 70’s.
Now
that he has the acceptance of the mainstream
he
seems to constantly regress.
His anger used to
be beautiful and full of fire -
aimed at systematic discrimination and injustice.
He used to call himself prophet, MC ,revolutionary,messenger
but now he reduces himself to thug, gangster, and pimp.
He has reduced me to nothing
but hips, tits, and ass.
I feel like a nagging
housewife whose husband
spends more time at the
booty club than at home.
It’s not even me that he
fantasizes about anymore.
Gone are the days when
he idolized my black beauty and afrocentricity.

I guess the glare of Bling Bling has skewed his
sense of beauty.
The women in his videos are
mutations of my best qualities, MUTS for short.
They have my ass, lips, ample bosom, and thighs –
but the rest isn’t me - not all the way.
Now that he is accepted, and a viable thriving
industry
you would think that he would sport me
on his arm.
You would think that his ascent would
be dignified and a victory for us all,
since it
was US that put him there.
White American
couldn’t deny him/us any longer.
Not with their
commercials and children singing
his praises and
mimicking his style.
Hip Hop was such a bad
brotha that he turned the fashion world on it’s
ear
and made the entire world embrace him.
He
changed the face of music all over the world.
Now
my thoughts read like a Lauren Hill song,
I used
to Love Him.

Not only has he left me behind but his community
as well.
Gone are the days in which Hip Hop used
to call for a change in his neighborhood – he
know brags about killing for a block that he
doesn’t own. He glamorizes the lifestyle that is
crippling our community. He’s mainstream but
he’s killing me. He’s leading our kids astray
and spending money like it will never cease to
flow. He doesn’t realize that whites make more
money off of him than he could ever blow on
platinum teeth and cars with a fucked up
suspension because 24 inch rims DON’T BELONG ON A
JAG. I don’t know Hip Hop anymore.

I had a sister once, she too was a growing force
in Hip Hop’s world. But she’s undergone a
personality split – you know like Sybil? Where
once Sister Hip Hop stood for strength, pride,
courage, and grace- she know raps like a thug or
dons G-strings made of lace. She is similar to
the video hoe – but she has a flow. She’s a
thugged out chick or she raps about sucking dick.
Why can’t we express ourselves in veiled
sensuality? To sell a record why does everyone
have to see her pussy? Hip Hop you and your
sister are killing me. Killing us. Is this what
fame does to us?

I like to watch white comedians and stars imitate
us, because it reflects just how they see us. It
lets me know what level we’re on. What we’ve
accomplished and what we need to work on. They
dress in gold chains and baggy pants. Hop around
on stage pretending to dance. Saying “Yo yo yo
this is how blacks talk. Look at my gait, this
is how blacks walk.” Last time I checked we had
more style, class, and finesse without all of the
platinum, diamonds, cars and mess. But with all
of the money and fame, we still appear lame.
Sometimes I’m ashamed. Hip Hop, I expected so
much more from you. Like the song in Mahogany
asks,
“Do you know where you’re going to? Do you
like the things that life is showing you? Where
are you going to?
“ Hip Hop where are you going
to?

As a race you are taking us with you and our
children too. The guns, glitter, and cars. We
are showing the world class is not a prerequisite
to be a star. Now we have to deal with 50cent,
Em, Busta, and Ja. Beefing and I am not sure why.
Day after day and rhyme and after rhyme the
bullshit escalates as America sits on the front
lines. We no longer judge diss records of who
is more skilled. The winner becomes the one whose
not killed. But like with Pac and Biggie –
nobody won. We lost 2 icons, their mothers lost
2 sons.

Don’t let me get started on all of
these disses. Grown ass men with sensitive egos
like sissies. Battle records used to amaze us
with their wit, sarcasm, and imagery. Now
everyone is just taking cheap shots at one
another’s family. Personally I think it would
easier if they just whipped out the ruler
and
measured their dicks instead these mother’s
losing sons and these kids becoming fatherless.
In the name of rap this bullshit should cease,
with all of your mansion in cars – why put your
beef in the streets? Why put your insecurities
on display? Defame your brother, just to get
airplay? There’s enough money, diamonds, and
fame for everyone one to enjoy – why do you have
to wish death and destruction
on your brother,
your colleague, your boy? I’m not saying ya’ll
have to be friends, but there will never be peace
on the streets if you don’t uphold it on your
end. As long as ya’ll continue to act like
niggas – there will continue to be more Pacs,
Biggies, little Nases, and Jiggas. All beefing
to prevent looking soft. Hip Hop you got me
turning my radio off.